yellow

 

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and  hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd ,

A host , of golden daffodils !

William Wordsworth

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what is and what isn’t

…I’ve been very fortunate that  I’ve had very few regrets in my life , but I remember when I was a kid I would think with a certain amount of anxiety that it would have been nice to be able to sit by  the Mississippi with Mark Twain .

I later thought , wow, what it would have been like to be *back in  time * and to be able to appreciate that level of life with  love and humbleness . Even *humble* attitudes can be masks of pride.

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